Bonjour! My name is Adrien Corbelle. I am a soldier dedicated to the country of France, the country I grew up in and fight for today. My country had heard about the assignation of the Arch Duke and had not really been interested, just sort of stood and watched until Russia called upon us in the name of the alliance we had created just months ago. We agreed to back them up, for Germany had declared war on Russia for becoming an alliance for the country responsible for the massacre of the Arch Duke and his wife, and we didn't want to have that ally missing if Germany decided to invade. For if we didn't agree to help them, would Russia back us up in an attack? We were unsure, and still wanted revenge over our lost territory. So, we decided to play it safe. Shortly after Germany heard that we had decided to back them up, they told us that we were not in the place to get involved, and told us to back out. We refused. Soon after, Germany declared war. I left my home and family, kissing my wife and little girl goodbye, because I was sure that I wouldn't be coming back.
As soon as I was assigned my group, we were put in the battle field, first row of soldiers. It was guaranteed that I was to die, although no one said it aloud. It was a lingering thought of the heart, filling the air, thick as blood, we could all sense it, just never spoke it aloud. I watched man after man die, some my friends, who were as close as brothers to me. The stench of blood and death was permanently stained into my clothes; I went to bed at night with the scent completely filling my nostrils, the sounds of wounded men’s last breath ringing in my ears. Every day the sounds of war raged louder and louder, I couldn’t close my eyes without envisioning people, who most likely could have dozens of children and a wife, being blown into pieces, killing myself a little more every time I pulled the trigger. I even thought about suicide, letting the guilt go in one brief moment of pain...I thought so hard I got anxious and could no longer sleep, because my dreams were filled with the closest thing to hell I went through during the day. My sorrow was emphasized, watching my friends die again and again as I held their hand and begged them to come back. I even envisioned myself dead, my children asking my wife why she was crying and where had papa go? I knew I had to stay alive for them...Which was probably the only reason I stayed in this world for so long.
I shake and tremble,
paranoia always lingering in the shadows in the back of mind,
every sound, any movement making me jump and cock my gun.
I hear shots go off in the distance,
cries and wounded soldiers weazing as they let out one last breath,
just thinking that war had caused it all.
Our spies told us of Germany's planning, and we knew we had to get a plan of our own. Just in case. Every country was on their guard, paranoid of each others actions. We kept thinking we were going to be attacked. There were rumers that General Joffre was creating Plan XVII, a plan that was made intirely as a precaution if germany attacted us. Soon, the Generals lined us up and told us nothing but that we were to prepare ourselves, that the british had declared war against Germany and had sent word to us that germany had invaded Belgium intending to catch us off guard and sneak in when we were least expecting it. Everyone, including myself, had been through the training of running all the weapons. Machine guns, tanks, bombs, our soldiers were skilled in all of the necessities needed and used in war. We were taught techniques that improved our stigma and balance, learned how to camoflodge ourselves into the trees and grass, had also been trained that if we got caught, to tell a lie and make yourself beleive in it heart and soul, to never give over our secrets to the enemy. We were ready and knew it was time for our chance to get revenge against the evil German's who had took the land that rightfully belonged to us. Plan xvii was sort of simple. See, we were split into five groups and lined against the border, blocking Germany from gaining any entry into our country. Now, we line up and take care to ready ourselves for yet another battle.
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French Plan XVII
from Winter, The Experience of World War I
It has been so long. It seems I have walked threw years, yet it has only been days. It was a bloody battle, the outcome was that no one seemed to win. It was like we personally lost. lost our men, lost our
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Bonjour! My name is Adrien Corbelle. I am a soldier dedicated to the country of France, the country I grew up in and fight for today. My country had heard about the assignation of the Arch Duke and had not really been interested, just sort of stood and watched until Russia called upon us in the name of the alliance we had created just months ago. We agreed to back them up, for Germany had declared war on Russia for becoming an alliance for the country responsible for the massacre of the Arch Duke and his wife, and we didn't want to have that ally missing if Germany decided to invade. For if we didn't agree to help them, would Russia back us up in an attack? We were unsure, and still wanted revenge over our lost territory. So, we decided to play it safe. Shortly after Germany heard that we had decided to back them up, they told us that we were not in the place to get involved, and told us to back out. We refused. Soon after, Germany declared war. I left my home and family, kissing my wife and little girl goodbye, because I was sure that I wouldn't be coming back.
As soon as I was assigned my group, we were put in the battle field, first row of soldiers. It was guaranteed that I was to die, although no one said it aloud. It was a lingering thought of the heart, filling the air, thick as blood, we could all sense it, just never spoke it aloud. I watched man after man die, some my friends, who were as close as brothers to me. The stench of blood and death was permanently stained into my clothes; I went to bed at night with the scent completely filling my nostrils, the sounds of wounded men’s last breath ringing in my ears. Every day the sounds of war raged louder and louder, I couldn’t close my eyes without envisioning people, who most likely could have dozens of children and a wife, being blown into pieces, killing myself a little more every time I pulled the trigger. I even thought about suicide, letting the guilt go in one brief moment of pain...I thought so hard I got anxious and could no longer sleep, because my dreams were filled with the closest thing to hell I went through during the day. My sorrow was emphasized, watching my friends die again and again as I held their hand and begged them to come back. I even envisioned myself dead, my children asking my wife why she was crying and where had papa go? I knew I had to stay alive for them...Which was probably the only reason I stayed in this world for so long.
I shake and tremble,
paranoia always lingering in the shadows in the back of mind,
every sound, any movement making me jump and cock my gun.
I hear shots go off in the distance,
cries and wounded soldiers weazing as they let out one last breath,
just thinking that war had caused it all.
Our spies told us of Germany's planning, and we knew we had to get a plan of our own. Just in case. Every country was on their guard, paranoid of each others actions. We kept thinking we were going to be attacked. There were rumers that General Joffre was creating Plan XVII, a plan that was made intirely as a precaution if germany attacted us. Soon, the Generals lined us up and told us nothing but that we were to prepare ourselves, that the british had declared war against Germany and had sent word to us that germany had invaded Belgium intending to catch us off guard and sneak in when we were least expecting it. Everyone, including myself, had been through the training of running all the weapons. Machine guns, tanks, bombs, our soldiers were skilled in all of the necessities needed and used in war. We were taught techniques that improved our stigma and balance, learned how to camoflodge ourselves into the trees and grass, had also been trained that if we got caught, to tell a lie and make yourself beleive in it heart and soul, to never give over our secrets to the enemy. We were ready and knew it was time for our chance to get revenge against the evil German's who had took the land that rightfully belonged to us. Plan xvii was sort of simple. See, we were split into five groups and lined against the border, blocking Germany from gaining any entry into our country. Now, we line up and take care to ready ourselves for yet another battle.
from Winter, The Experience of World War I
It has been so long. It seems I have walked threw years, yet it has only been days. It was a bloody battle, the outcome was that no one seemed to win. It was like we personally lost. lost our men, lost our